Triad


Fourth Chapter: Day Three

When Helen brought us our breakfast the next morning -
something that had almost become routine - she wasn't
dressed in the French maid's apron. Instead, she was
wearing the yellow thong we had seen her in on our first
evening together. Her bare breasts were adorned by a pair
of nipple clamps. The clamps were linked by a delicate
chain which swung freely between Helen's beautiful
breasts and made the whole thing look like an intriguing
kind of necklace - even though she didn't wear it around
her neck - and not like a means for causing pain.

I used the opportunity to take a closer look at these
torture instruments. The model Helen was wearing this
morning looked like reduced-size tuning forks. Or maybe a
better description would be to say the clamps looked like
pairs of miniature chopsticks which were joined at one
end. The nipple was imprisoned between the two sticks. At
the end where they met, there was a small nut. Turning
this nut one way would move the nut towards the nipple,
force the chopsticks closer together and squeeze the
nipple harder. Turning the nut the other way would reduce
the pressure of the chopsticks and give the nipple a
little more comfort.

"So this solves the 'one size fits all' problem," I
thought. Obviously, not all nipples are the same size and
shape. Being able to adjust them so easily meant that all
women could use the same model. Or a man could use one
set of clamps on all his women. I smiled, thinking that I
now had two beautiful women at my disposal, willing to
play this and other games.

"Men can wear them as well," Helen said, smiling. Once
again, she was responding to my mind without waiting for
me to express my thoughts. I wasn't sure I liked the
implications of her smile and her comment.

"Those look nice. Can I have a pair too?" Cathy asked.
With a side glance at me, she added the common female
complaint, "He never buys me any jewelry."

So, Cathy had discovered a desire to have her own nipples
squeezed by these torture clamps! I was slowly but
steadily approaching a state of mind in which nothing
could surprise me anymore.

"These are yours. I'm just warming them up for you. But
you only get them after you've finished your breakfast
like a good girl."

Cathy and I had enough reasons for being hungry. But it
seemed to me that Helen's promise made Cathy attack her
breakfast with even more determination than usual. Helen
watched us demolish the food on our plates. When we had
finished, she picked up our trays. As she was about to
leave, she said, "I'll see you in the pleasure palace.
The last one down is a sissy."

Cathy didn't want to be a sissy. Neither did I. But,
being a gentleman, I let her use the bathroom first and
was therefore the last one to arrive. I expected some
verbal abuse, maybe worse, for being the last, but Helen
simply said, "I'll deal with you later, now it's Cathy's
turn." Then she asked me to help her strap Cathy to the
'trussing board', apparently her nickname for the low
table.

We fastened Cathy's arms and legs to the four corners of
the table. Cathy looked wonderful as she lay there,
totally exposed, completely vulnerable. Her body seemed
to be inviting abuse. My cock got ready to perform its
own kind of torture.

Helen must have sensed my impulse. She decided it would
be better if I were immobilized too and pushed me back
against the wall to lock me into the iron cuffs I knew
already from the previous day.

Helen removed the clamps which were still attached to her
nipples but didn't put them immediately on Cathy.
Instead, she got a vibrator and started to stimulate
Cathy's nipples. Cathy moaned and writhed on the table as
much as her restraints permitted.

"I want them nice and stiff," Helen explained. "That
makes it easier to fit the clamps." She didn't have to
wait long. As she fastened the clamps on Cathy's nipples,
Cathy's moans grew louder.

The vibrator moved down between Cathy's legs. I could see
Cathy push her pussy up in the air as the vibrator danced
along her slit. When it pushed inside her pussy lips and
pressed against her clit, Cathy's moans took on a greater
urgency. She wanted more than just a vibrator. She got
more, but maybe not exactly what she had expected. When
Cathy's clit was 'nice and stiff', Helen fitted Cathy
with a third clamp - right there on her pleasure knob.
From the noises Cathy made I thought that this was going
to make her either come or faint, or maybe both.

But Helen hadn't planned it that way. Cathy had to stay
conscious and just short of reaching her orgasm. Helen
linked the chain from the clit clamp to the one which was
hanging between Cathy's nipples. I could see that the
chain was as taut as a violin string, exerting
considerable pull both on Cathy's nipples and her clit.
Cathy looked like she was about to lift off the table.

Helen seemed to be oblivious to Cathy's agony. She took
the vibrator and put it back onto the shelf where it
belonged, impersonating a perfect housewife who always
keeps her home in immaculate order. I wondered - and
Cathy probably wondered too - how long Helen would keep
her tied up like this. The only way Cathy could alleviate
her pain was to breathe only very shallowly. Taking deep
breaths would increase the tension of the chain even
more.

"You know, we never got to finish that conversation we
started yesterday," Helen said, as if this were a
fireside chat over a glass of wine. I immediately knew
which conversation Helen was referring to.

The previous day, I had thought of coming out with my
resentment, asking Helen to decide in my favor. But now,
as I saw Cathy subjected to such a painful treatment, I
was in a much more conciliatory mood and decided to keep
my mouth shut. Cathy also remained silent.

"Do you know which conversation I'm talking about,
Cathy?"

"No, I don't remember anything," Cathy whispered.

"Shall I refresh your memory? It was about whether you
deserve a spanking."

Cathy seemed to have gained new strength. "No, it wasn't
about whether I deserve one, but about whether Stan ever
felt like spanking me."

"And? What do you think?" Helen half sat herself on the
free part of the table at Cathy's side.

"I guess he did."

"Do you know the reason?"

"Because I don't like those caveman friends of his."

"Just because you don't like them? Isn't there more to
it?"

I saw Helen's hand move to one of the nipple clamps and
give the nut a slight turn.

"Ouch! No, I also make it clear that they aren't welcome
here."

"Is that how a woman ought to behave towards her
husband's friends?" Helen gave the other clamp a slight
twist.

"Ow, that hurts. Please stop."

"Well, are you going to confess?" Helen's hand moved
towards the clamp on Cathy's clit but didn't touch it.

"Yes, I confess! Just don't tighten those clamps any
more. It was bitchy of me to let Stan do everything on
his own and make his friends feel unwelcome. I'm sorry. I
won't do it again. I promise!"

I couldn't help feeling pleased about this confession.
But I would have preferred it if Cathy had reached this
opinion without so much pain.

"So you agree that you deserve a spanking?"

"Alright. If Stan wants to spank me for this, I won't
resist."

"Only Stan? Haven't you offended all his friends?"

Cathy's eyes widened. "I'll apologize to them too," she
said quickly.

"I don't think a few nice words like 'Sorry guys, it
won't happen again,' will do the trick. Don't you think
they deserve more?"

Cathy shook her head violently. "No way am I going to let
those cavemen touch my bottom."

Helen's hand which had been resting on Cathy's thigh,
took the clamp attached to Cathy's clit and gave the
screw a quick turn.

"Ow, Ow, no more, please! Yes, yes, they can spank me as
well. Just don't tighten those clamps any more."

"Okay, if you insist," Helen got up and positioned
herself at the opposite side of the table. Apparently
there were some controls which I couldn't see.

"Let's recap how far we got. You agree that your behavior
towards Stan's friends was bitchy. You promise to be
friendly to them next time. You agree that they have a
right to spank your bare bottom."

Helen paused after each sentence, waiting for Cathy to
nod her agreement. Helen continued, "Next Wednesday, the
poker round will meet at this house. You will welcome
Stan's friends in a friendly and pleasant manner. You
will prepare something for them to eat and you will bring
them another beer when they want one. You will apologize
to them for your bad behavior. You will ask them to spank
your bottom as a sign that they've forgiven you."

As Helen went on, Cathy had taken more and more time to
nod her agreement. I noticed that Helen did something
with those hidden controls which caused the two halves of
the table top to move gradually apart. Not only did they
slide sideways, the central part of the table also lifted
up. Whenever Cathy hesitated too long, Helen slid the
table top a little further apart.

The effect of this on Cathy was that her body was both
stretched lengthwise and arched upwards and that the
chain linking the clamp on her clit with the nipple
clamps became even tighter with every millimeter the two
halves moved apart. What devilish devices this woman had
installed in our house!

"Now let's talk about what you'll be wearing," Helen said
after Cathy had agreed to everything Helen had said so
far. "What do you think, Stan?"

"A pleasant smile," I said, imagining Cathy parading
naked in front of my friends. But I didn't want to be
unfair. I wanted to be hard but just. I added, "Push-up
bra, knotted blouse and the shortest skirt you own."

"And panties," Cathy ventured. It was a desperate attempt
to maintain some dignity.

I might have been swayed into letting her wear panties
during the evening - but not for the spanking part, of
course. But Helen wasn't as amenable.

"No panties," she said. "That's the whole point of the
exercise, let them spank your bare ass."

"But I don't want them to peek at my pussy with their
greedy eyes. I don't want them to slide their hands up my
legs, under my skirt, and feel me up," Cathy said with
determination.

Helen didn't respond. She just fiddled with the controls.
The table top stretched Cathy a little more and soon she
gasped. "Alright, alright, I'm not going to wear any
panties."

Helen wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? Tell me what you
want."

"I want them to peek at my pussy, I want them to feel me
up and I want them to spank my bare ass."

Satisfied, Helen returned the table to its normal
position and removed the clamps from Cathy's clit and
nipples. Cathy howled like a werewolf during full moon as
the blood supply to her nipples and clit was restored.

I was impressed by the variety of sounds Cathy had
produced, but I was also glad for her that her ordeal was
over. And I was looking forward to seeing my friends'
faces at the next poker evening.

                        -----

"Now that we've sorted out Stan's grievance, let me ask
you, Cathy: Don't you have any complaints about our
friend here?"

Helen was kneeling in front of me, holding my cock in her
hand and fitting me with something which felt like some
kind of harness. I wasn't sure whether 'our friend here'
referred to me or to my cock.

My attempt to see what Helen was doing reminded me that
my neck was imprisoned in a solid cuff, fixed to the
wall. I couldn't bend forward to see what has going on
between my legs. The gadget seemed to push my balls
further back between my legs and reduce the angle at
which my stiff cock was pointing upward.

Cathy, still strapped to the table, turned her head and
looked in our direction. Without hesitation, she said,
"He comes too fast. He doesn't wait for me."

"But you always told me that you didn't mind!" I defended
myself, feeling embarrassed that we were discussing this
subject in the presence of Helen.

"That's what women are supposed to say. But it isn't
necessarily the truth. I really do wish you would last a
little longer."

"It's just that I get so terribly excited. It really is a
compliment, an homage to your sexy looks," I justified my
shortcomings.

"That's the kind of compliment I can do without. Are you
suggesting you'd rather I were ugly and unattractive to
improve your performance?"

I was looking for a reply; I thought of reminding her
that my tongue had always compensated for the hurried
departure of my cock, but Helen intervened.

"Stop bickering, the two of you. As Cathy has shown us
just now, there isn't a problem which can't be solved
with a little good will. Let's see if our friend here
isn't willing to cooperate."

After these words, Helen trailed her tongue along my
cock, from my balls to the tip and then back. God, could
this woman lick! What an electrifying sensation it was as
the tip of her tongue left its trail of saliva on my
rigid shaft! She repeated the move. If possible, the
second time felt even better. She did it again. And
again. After the sixth or seventh time, I felt a rumbling
in my balls. I was sure I was going to shoot, but I
didn't. My cock was so hard, it almost hurt. But I didn't
come.

Cathy had watched the whole scene with interest. She too
was surprised about my staying power in the face of such
skilled stimulation. "What's going on there?" she wanted
to know. "He doesn't usually last this long."

Helen untied Cathy and invited her to join in the fun.
Cathy took a closer look at my cock in full bloom and
exclaimed, "Oh, I see."

She could see, but I couldn't. I didn't have a clue what
Helen had done to me. It felt like my dick had been
disconnected from my balls. Was this permanent? Would I
be condemned to having a hard-on but be unable to come
for the rest of my life? The thought tortured me even
more than my rock-hard cock.

Soon there were two extremely sexy women kneeling in
front of me, taking turns in trailing their tongues along
my shaft. This was paradise! And it was hell! My cock
couldn't possibly get any harder and my balls felt so
full, I expected them to burst any second.

My balls didn't burst, but my agony continued as the two
women continued to play their cruel game with my cock. I
was barely able to stay on my feet, only held upright by
the cuffs which kept me firmly pinned to the wall. I
grunted and groaned, I whined and whimpered, but I didn't
come.

"Can I take it into my mouth?" Cathy asked Helen.

"You certainly can," came Helen's answer. "I'm sure he'll
enjoy it."

Enjoy it? Hell, no! If anybody had told me before, that
getting a blowjob could feel like torture, I wouldn't
have believed them. Now I know.

Cathy's wonderfully warm, soft lips slid down my shaft
until I could feel the head of my cock push against her
throat, and then back up again. Cathy repeated the
movement, getting faster and faster. My moans turned into
a wail and then into a howl. I would have loved to fill
her mouth with my spunk, no matter what the consequences,
but I couldn't.

I was ready to promise Cathy everything she wanted, if
she'd let me come, or at least stopped torturing me, but
Cathy wasn't interested. She only stopped when she felt
she had had enough.

Then something unbelievable happened. I did something I
thought I would never be capable of doing. Helen asked me
if I wanted her to give me the same treatment Cathy had
just given me, and I shook my head. I declined a blowjob
from this most skillful, most sensual of women!

"Alright," Helen exclaimed in mock indignation. "I'll go
and find something else to put into my mouth." She pulled
Cathy behind her as she left the torture-chamber. From
the muted sounds I could hear I gathered that they had
gone into the kitchen to fix something for lunch.

I felt left behind, standing there fixed to the wall,
with my cock poking holes into the air. At least there
wasn't anybody stimulating me, but my erection continued
unabated.

After a while Cathy and Helen returned, carrying a tray
with my lunch. They fed me and wiped my mouth and chin
whenever I spilt something. Cathy's encouragement, "Eat,
darling, you'll need strength," did nothing to comfort
me.

Once I had finished my meal, their attention turned once
more to my cock. I could feel something soft, cool and
wet being smeared onto it. Then there was a tongue,
licking off whatever they had pasted onto my dick. "Oh, I
love my new giant hot dog," Cathy exclaimed.

Hot dog? That explained things. The only question which
remained open was whether the stuff they had covered my
dick with was ketchup, mustard or mayo. Knowing Cathy's
taste it probably was a mixture of all three.

There's a popular saying that you can't argue about
taste. But you can sure as hell argue about whether this
is a way to treat the man you love. Cathy licked and
nibbled, sucked and slurped, swallowed and guzzled. She
made a meal of cleaning my cock and brought my excitement
back to the painful levels I had experienced before the
lunch break.

"Look, it's gotten all sticky. We've got to clean it,"
Helen suddenly exclaimed. I was sure she wasn't talking
about my cock, because that had been cleaned thoroughly
many times over by Cathy's tongue. The 'it' Helen was
referring to was apparently the device she had fitted,
the torture instrument which stopped me from coming.

There were fingers around the base of my cock, fumbling
with some kind of catch. Eventually, they succeeded.
Hallelujah! I could breath again. When the two women
started to lick my shaft again, I knew it would only be
seconds before the accumulated excitement would find its
outlet.

I felt my balls first contract and then expand. Then my
cock turned into a sperm fountain, shooting thick globs
of white stuff into the air. I came with an intensity I
hadn't thought possible, harder than ever before. The two
beauties in front of me fought for the best place to
catch my cum. But only very little made it into their
wide open mouths. Most of it landed on their faces and
tits; nothing was wasted.

When I stopped coming, Cathy and Helen turned towards
each other and licked my semen off each other's faces and
breasts. They cleaned each other thoroughly and made no
secret about how much they enjoyed both to give and to
receive. They kissed each other's cum-filled mouths,
their tongues darting inside, playing with each other and
with the spunk my cock had so generously donated.

Watching these two sex-starved kittens at play got me so
excited, I thought, 'Gee, I'm going to be hard again in
no time.' But then I realized I had never gone soft. My
tool was still hard, sticking up into the air, as if I
had never come! Now this was something to holler about: I
could come like this and maintain my erection. I could
keep on fucking even though I had just shot my load!

Helen must have read my thoughts. Or maybe she had
planned things this way all along. When they were done
playing with each other, the two women unlocked my cuffs.
My freedom didn't last very long, though. They made me
lie on the table and strapped me to the four corners. To
my horror they put the harness back onto my cock which
was pointing straight at the ceiling.

The two women argued who should be the one to use me
first. Helen thought that Cathy had the right to start
the proceedings, because she had been deprived of a good
long fuck for so many years. Cathy insisted that the
rules of hospitality demanded that Helen, being our
guest, was entitled to the first ride. In the end they
decided to draw lots and Cathy won.

I could see Cathy climb on top of the table and straddle
me. I could see her beautiful breasts sway gently with
every move she made. The hardness of her nipples told me
how much she was looking forward to this experience. I
saw her pussy, embellished with golden curls, being
lowered onto my hard rod. I could feel her soft, moist
sex engulf my manhood.

How beautiful Cathy looked, my goddess of love! How
determined she was to use the hardness of my cock to
bring herself to her deserved orgasm! She rode my cock,
starting with slow, lascivious movements. But the slow-
motion ride did not last long. She seemed to be in a
hurry to reach her destination. Her breasts bounced as
she picked up speed. She clasped them with both hands as
her movements became more and more frantic. There was
sweat on her forehead as her face tensed.

Cathy moaned as her orgasm took hold of her. She slumped
forward, supporting herself on her arms. Then she lay on
top of me. I could feel her hot body as she kissed my
face. "Thank you, darling, that was wonderful," she
whispered. I felt at least as excited as she must have
felt, but I couldn't get any relief for myself. I had
resigned myself to the fact that the two women had taken
control of my balls, that I would only be allowed to
squirt my stuff when it pleased them.

"Can I have one more?" Cathy asked Helen.

It would be Helen's turn to ride me, but Cathy wasn't
satisfied with just one orgasm. Helen generously allowed
Cathy to use me a little longer. Cathy fucked me a second
time, or more precisely, she fucked herself, using me as
an instrument. I would have loved to help her, put my
hands on her hips, lift her up and bring her down again,
but I was reduced to being a spectator whose only
function was to provide the required length of hardness.
I didn't matter, the only thing Cathy was interested in
was my cock.

It slowly dawned on me. This is what Cathy must have felt
like when I plunged my cock into her and only thought of
myself, when the only thing on my mind was my own
satisfaction, when I treated her not like a beautiful
woman, but like a warm body with a hole for my cock!

Cathy continued to ride me and helped herself to a third
orgasm without even asking Helen for permission. It
seemed that she wanted to make up for all the missed
chances in one afternoon. It was a beautiful sight to see
Cathy abandon herself to her desire. I was pleased that I
could be at least an instrument for her pleasure. But how
could I remain detached, seeing what I saw, feeling what
my cock felt? I wanted to join her in her orgasm. I
wanted to flood her pussy, mix my juices with hers, let
her know how much I loved her.

                         -----

There are men who say that all women are the same, or at
least their pussies are. Nothing could be further from
the truth. Can there be any more diverse sensations than
those I experienced that afternoon?

Helen mounted me as soon as Cathy had released my cock
from its increasingly slippery prison. Everything about
her was in marked contrast to Cathy who had occupied the
spot before: her long, pitch-black hair, her slim, almost
fragile looking body, her small firm breasts, and, not
least, her hairless pussy with the pouting lips. But the
greatest contrast was in the way she rode my cock.

Whereas Cathy had been pursuing her own pleasure single-
mindedly, Helen seemed to be determined to increase my
agony to hitherto unknown levels. She didn't just ride my
cock, she squeezed and kneaded it with her pussy as she
moved up and down. She knew a hundred ways of stimulating
my long-suffering cock.

If Cathy had made me moan and gasp, whine and wail, Helen
added a completely new range of sounds to my repertory.
She made me feel good, oh so good, and she increased my
suffering because I couldn't get any satisfaction. I
never knew that heaven and hell were this close together!

Helen's orgasms were much quieter than Cathy's had been.
As Helen had said herself, she didn't make a song and
dance about them, but she probably enjoyed herself as
much as Cathy had. And I suspect that seeing me whimper
beneath her may have increased her enjoyment. The only
indication of her excitement that I could detect was the
increasing moisture around my cock.

I don't know how I survived my ordeal, but I did. When
Helen thought she had abused me long enough, she made
room for Cathy who was waiting impatiently for her chance
of a return visit. After Cathy, Helen had another go at
torturing my cock. Then they stopped.

Cathy lay down on the floor and spread her legs
invitingly. "Now come and fuck me for real, caveman," She
taunted me. Helen released me; first the harness around
my cock, then the straps which tied me to the table. I
was free to follow Cathy's invitation.

I could hardly walk. My balls felt so big and heavy, I
was sure they had turned blue. But I didn't have far to
go. In a flash I was on top of Cathy and inside her
luscious pussy. I thrust into her with all that was left
of my strength. I fucked her hard and fast. And I came.
Boy, did I come! There wasn't room enough in Cathy's
pussy for all the cum my balls produced.

And my cock stayed hard! It didn't soften and shrivel up
as it usually does. I kept pounding into Cathy's
overflowing pussy. I could see from her face that Cathy
was just as surprised as I was, and that she enjoyed very
much what my new 'long life' cock was doing to her.

When Cathy finally begged me to stop, I was completely
exhausted, but my cock was still rock hard. It only lost
its hardness some time during the night. Helen had been
watching us, comforting Cathy, as I fucked her long and
hard. Cathy hugged and kissed Helen, close to tears, and
thanked her profusely for the miracle she had worked on
my cock.

"This was only the beginning," Helen replied. "He'll need
a lot more training before he can do the same thing
without artificial help.

Boy, was this something I wasn't looking forward to!